And Sleipnir bore he | to Svathilfari;
The worst of marvels | seemed the one
That sprang from the brother | of Byleist then.
[[231]]
[43]. A heart ate Loki,— | in the embers it lay,
And half-cooked found he | the woman’s heart;—
With child from the woman | Lopt soon was,
And thence among men | came the monsters all.
[44]. The sea, storm-driven, | seeks heaven itself,
O’er the earth it flows, | the air grows sterile;